So, great prosecutor
I am a criminal
What system in which
A case cannot be argued
And evidence not presented
So you choose to be blind
That is your failing
So many such as you
Who plunge us back into the depths
Sentence us to an eternity of
Servitude, or ashes
We will surprise you one day
When you, excuse the cliche, least expect it
We will emerge from the depths
We will rise from the ashes
You will be overwhelmed
You will be overpowered
We will, as so many before us have
You will, as so many before you
We will triumph
And you will be the dust
That we blow away
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